The mage in the late Qing Dynasty

Hazama Shigure was furious: "Baga, I don't care if you are a Qing official or a merchant, you are in trouble."

Shibata Yojiro was even angrier, but after all, he had the cards, and this kind of thing should not be handled by him.

Zhao Chuanxin took out a cigar and lit it, then pulled out a chair and sat down.

He pointed at Shibata Yojiro: "I have seen reports about you in the Shengjing Times, Shibata Yojiro, right?"

"So what?" Shibata Yojiro said, winking at Hazama Shigure.

After all, the man in front of him was terrifyingly tall, and even if he was wearing a thick cotton coat, his strong physique could be seen.

Hazama Shigure did not carry a gun, and he approached Zhao Chuanxin from behind, trying to subdue him from behind.

Zhao Chuanxin did not even look back, but stretched his hand back.

Although he was still three meters away from Hazama Shigure, Hazama Shigure felt his neck was strangled.

He widened his eyes, on the one hand because he was being strangled, and on the other hand because he was shocked.

What kind of magic is this?

Shibata Yojiro was shocked when he saw this: "Who are you?"

Zhao Chuanxin smiled slightly: "I just want to say one thing, the land stolen by Mitsui \u0026 Co. should be returned to Changchun Prefecture immediately so that they can open a port. OK or not?"

Shibata Yojiro's mouth twitched, and his Apple computer trembled.

That was a very disdainful expression.

He answered briefly and coldly: "No."

Zhao Chuanxin stood up, exerted a little force with his arms, and Hazama Shigure was dragged by his feet.

Zhao Chuanxin lifted up with his left hand in the air, and grabbed one of Hazama Shigure's legs with his right hand: "I said I would heal your waist."

After saying that, he exerted force with his hands and secondary limbs.

Hazama Shigure seemed to be bent backwards by the bent arm strength machine.

Zhao Chuanxin stepped back, bent his front leg, and suddenly stuck it down.

Hazama Shigure shouted: "Ah... put me down, put me down, you are dead, I will not let you go..."

He didn't finish his words.

Click.

Zhao Chuanxin broke the spine with his knee.

Shibata Yojiro was so frightened by this horrific scene that he stood up and staggered backwards, dragging the chair over, staring at Zhao Chuanxin and unable to speak.

Hazama Shigure was also unable to speak and move. The broken spine seemed to cut off the access to the electrical appliances and shut down.

Only his eyes could move.

Zhao Chuanxin turned around and bared his teeth at Hazama Shigure: "Why don't you talk? Why don't you talk? I think your brain is not working well, I'll treat you."

After that, he picked up Hazama Shigure's legs with his secondary limbs and swung them.

Hazama Shigure's head hit the door frame.

Bang.

Backward swing.

Bang.

Forward swing.

Bang.

Shibata Yojiro's heartbeat followed the beat completely.

Every time, it seemed that his heart was closer to his throat.

He was also so scared that he couldn't speak or move.

After a few times, the door frame was covered with blood stains, and Hazama Shigure's head had been deformed.

Zhao Chuanxin threw Hazama Shigure on the ground, stared down and said, "Why don't you talk? If you die, please tell me. What's the point of keeping your mouth if you don't talk?"

Zhao Chuanxin raised his leg and stomped.

Puff.

It was too much to watch.

Zhao Chuanxin stepped his boots on Shibata Yojiro's desk: "Wipe it clean."

Shibata Yojiro didn't move.

Zhao Chuanxin was furious: "If you can't clean shoes, what do you need your hands for?"

He pulled Shibata Yojiro's arm with his secondary limbs and pressed it on the table.

There was an iron hammer in his hand, which hit the back of Shibata Yojiro's hand.

How strong is he?

Bang.

It was sticky.

"Ah..."

Shibata Yojiro finally spoke.

If he played the piano with the speed and frequency of his little tongue, how much more than level ten would his rank be?

"Okay, no more, no more, return it to Changchun Prefecture..." Shibata Yojiro cried, saying this while crying.

"I gave you a chance, but you didn't take it. It's too late to return it now."

Zhao Chuanxin held his arm, took out a nail and smashed it.

Duang!

"Ah..."

After fixing Shibata Yojiro's body, Zhao Chuanxin swung the hammer again and again.

Shibata Yojiro screamed in pain.

Zhao Chuanxin hit the bones through the skin, never touching the internal organs.

Shibata Yojiro's bones were broken into pieces.

Zhao Chuanxin swung the hammer and left a shadow.

It was so fast that it was unbelievable.

Chopping dumpling stuffing was not so fast.

…

In the Changchun government office, Song Chunting asked his staff, “What do you think Zhao Chuanxin will do?”

The staff stroked his goatee, his eyes rolling, “Will he persuade them with righteousness and move them with emotion?”

Song Chunting said the catchphrase that spread from Lugang Town: “Boil!”

…

But Song Chunao, the general manager of the Foreign Affairs Bureau, was not waiting at home.

He endured the cold wind and went directly to the Changchun Japanese Consulate with his entourage to wait and check.

He didn’t see how Zhao Chuanxin got in, but he heard the screams that the wall couldn’t block, and saw four Japanese soldiers with live ammunition rushing into the consulate.

Two gunshots followed, and there was no sound.

Finally, a tall man walked out of the consulate.

The man’s cheek was indeed bruised.

“Huh? Who is this?”

No wonder he didn’t recognize him.

Even Shibata Yojiro was surprised to see Zhao Chuanxin with a clean face.

After all, Zhao Chuanxin's standard equipment is - a thick beard.

In their inherent thinking, Zhao Chuanxin seems to never shave until his death.

Song Chunao saw a Japanese policeman blowing the whistle.

A group of police rushed from all directions.

The tall man who walked out of the consulate stretched out in the sun.

He took off his cotton coat, revealing a black tactical cotton jacket underneath.

He first put on split-finger gloves, then rectangular gold-framed sunglasses, smoothed his hair, and put on a black peaked cap embroidered with small peppers.

He moved his neck and suddenly disappeared on the spot.

Song Chun'ao rubbed his eyes, yes, he was gone.

But immediately he heard screams.

The blood of the Japanese policemen who came over there sprayed on the snow, which was extremely dazzling.

Really, Song Chun'ao didn't see his followers killing chickens so neatly.

The tall man arrived in the middle of the Japanese police force in the blink of an eye, carrying a glowing sword and slashing left and right.

No matter whether you block it with a gun, bayonet, or arm, it will break if it touches it, and it will be damaged if it touches it.

"I'll blanch it!"

The entourage next to Song Chun'ao was amazed.

Song Chun'ao shouted: "It's Zhao Chuanxin!"

Zhao Chuanxin collected the lightsaber.

Because there are still two fish that slipped through the net and escaped.

He picked up the intact gun on the ground, pulled the bolt and took aim.

Bang.

Pull bolt to aim.

Bang.

Song Chun'ao was shocked when he saw that the two Japanese policemen who escaped were shot in the back of the head and something disgusting was sprayed on the snow.

While he was trembling, Zhao Chuanxin suddenly turned his head.

Because he was wearing sunglasses and a hat, Song Chunan only saw the corners of Zhao Chuanxin's mouth twitching up, as if he was smiling at his hiding place.

Song Chun'ao trembled and said to himself: "No wonder the Japanese are afraid of Zhao Chuanxin. They are really as scary as a demon. He has discovered us."

The attendant was startled: "Sir, should we run?"

Song Chun'ao remembered what his brother, the prefect Song Chunting, said, and calmed down slightly: "Why are you running? Who am I? How could you be afraid of such a small scene? Let's just follow behind and watch. I'll make sure you're fine."

Follower: "..."

Sir, what can you do to protect me when Zhao Chuanxin is in front of me?

There are traces of Zhao Chuanxin.

At first, the police from the Manchuria Railway Affiliated Police Station came to the route.

Song Chun'ao and his entourage lay on the wall and watched.

They saw that Zhao Chuanxin was still smoking a cigar with his back against the wall of a private house. He was just blowing smoke to the other side to avoid being noticed in advance.

The most important thing is that people with good skills are bold.

Six Japanese policemen came running in a hurry with guns drawn.

They knew there were gunshots, but they didn't know exactly what happened.

One person, two people... until five people passed, the sixth person suddenly felt something was wrong. He turned around and saw Zhao Chuanxin standing against the wall with a cigar in his mouth.

Before the other party could give a warning, Zhao Chuanxin opened fire with the Winchester M1897 in his hand.

The attendant said: "Sir, a gentleman would not stand under a dangerous wall."

Song Chunting nodded: "Fortunately we are on a dangerous wall."

Follower: "..."

Then.

Boom, boom, boom...

At the end of the Qing Dynasty, the general offices of all foreign affairs bureaus suffered from deep hatred all year round.

If you are bullied and want to argue with the big powers, it will probably end in nothing.

He was trained like a dog by his superiors and poked in the spine by the common people and scolded for his weakness.

Even he looks down on himself.

Song Chun'ao gritted his teeth: "Don't try to dissuade me, I am determined to see the Japanese bleed like rivers today."

The entourage saw that the gun in Zhao Chuanxin's hand was firing continuously. Every time it was fired, dense blood spots would appear on the Japanese.

The sight of a shotgun blast to the head and face is particularly terrifying.

The attendant's lips trembled and said: "Sir, it's just a show of excitement. Can we stay away from each other?"

"No!" Song Chun'ao was scared and excited at the same time: "I'm so lucky today, I can't wait for the little devil's blood to splash on me!"

"Sir, why are you here? I brought a telescope, a six-section mirror made of pure copper from England. Please, let's look further away."

Song Chun'ao pulled the entourage's hand from his shoulder: "Don't yell or yell, it's unbecoming."

At this moment, a Japanese policeman was alive. Zhao Chuanxin walked over and raised his bayonet.

Japanese police begged for mercy: "Hero, spare your life..."

"Spare your mother!"

Zhao Chuanxin stabbed him with a knife.

Pfft, it entered through the eyes and came out through the brain.

The attendant's eyes widened, his hand shook, and the pure copper telescope fell to the wall.

At this moment, his hands and feet were weak.

Zhao Chuanxin put away the guns and ammunition of several people, came to the corner, looked at the broken monocular and shook his head.

He moved his hand back and threw an extra pair of binoculars made by Xingyue: "Go on."

Song Chun'ao's heart swayed.

Zhao Chuanxin talked to me!

He hurriedly caught the telescope.

Zhao Chuanxin bared his teeth and smiled: "Stay away."

After saying that, leave.

Song Chun'ao hurriedly raised his legs, trying to cross the top of the wall, and then slowly descended down the wall.

It's just that he was old and his legs and feet were weak. As soon as he stepped over, he lost his balance and fell down the wall. His face was stuck in a group of sticky liquid.

"vomit……"

He retched, then stood up and patted the snow on his body like a normal person, raised his head and asked, "Are you going to follow me?"

The follower thought: Fortunately I am young. Although I'm afraid, Zhao Chuanxin doesn't look like a murderer.

Then come on.

His legs just crossed the wall, but he forgot that his hands and feet were weak.

Plop...

"Ouch... ugh!"

Song Chun'ao said happily: "I am very lucky today. I am very lucky today. You and I are both very lucky!"

Follower: "Ugh..."

The two of them hurriedly chased Zhao Chuanxin.

After chasing him to the Manchurian Railway Office, he only saw corpses on the ground and people watching around him.

"Emma, ​​it's a terrible killing."

"What happened to the Japanese today? A few days ago, I offended the Japanese, and their affairs officer directly sentenced me to pay a large sum of money and had no excuse."

"Who is the murderer?"

"have no idea."

Song Chunan came trotting over, panting: "Zhao Chuanxin, the murderer Zhao Chuanxin."

People around him were in an uproar: "Is that Zhao Chuanxin? He is indeed a evil star."

Song Chun'ao leaned on his knees and asked, "Oh, I'm out of breath. Do you think where Zhao Chuanxin went?"

"Going to Mitsui \u0026 Yoko Co.!"

Song Chun'ao went to Mitsui \u0026 Co., Ltd. The place was full of corpses and the smell of blood filled the air.

The attendant was panting: "Sir, I heard that you were suffering from cold legs. Why did you run so fast?"

Song Chun'ao leaned against the wall and gasped: "Now the rheumatism is gone, gone! Keep chasing."

Listening to the crowd talking about who the murderer was, Song Chun'ao didn't forget to make Zhao Chuanxin famous: "That's Zhao Chuanxin, Zhao Tuzi."

He commandeered two horses and led his entourage to catch up.

Gunshots like exploding beans were heard near Kuanchengzi Station.

With the entourage in front and Song Chun'ao behind, they galloped on horseback.

The entourage was running, but a bullet flew from nowhere.

The streetlight pole on his right was flying with sparks.

The attendant Hao Xuan was so frightened that he fell off his horse.

He shouted at the top of his lungs: "Sir, retreat quickly, be careful of bullets."

But no reply was heard.

The follower looked back and saw Song Chun'ao behind him?

He looked into the distance and saw that Song Chun'ao had already stationed his horse and was hiding in a safe place to watch the battle with a telescope.

The attendant cursed: "You old cunning man!"

He quickly turned the horse's head and drove it back.

When they came to Song Chun'ao's side, the entourage was in shock and said resentfully: "Sir, I was almost hit by a bullet just now."

Song Chun'ao held up the telescope and said without even looking at him: "Then you are really careless. You must know that a gentleman does not stand behind a dangerous wall! If you are reckless, you will not do it in the future."

Follower: "I..."

Song Chunting suddenly shouted: "Excellent killing. I have never seen a murderer as easy as a cook and a cow. He is worthy of the name of the God of War! This telescope is also good, much better than the Laoshizi pure copper telescope."

The attendant looked away and said, "Sir, you have never seen a murder scene before."

"But I saw you killing chickens during the Mid-Autumn Festival. The necks were already cut, but the chickens could still run all over the ground. It is easier for Zhao Chuanxin to kill the Japanese than for you to kill the chickens."

"I……"

Song Chun'ao interrupted him: "All the Japanese military police at Kuanchengzi Station are dead. That's not good. Zhao Chuanxin went straight to the Japanese civilians. If he kills indiscriminately, he may be slandered by the world, so I must stop him."

After saying that, Song Chun'ao carefully put away the telescope and rode away.

Frightened by Zhao Chuanxin's despotic power, a group of Japanese living in Kuanchengzi were forcibly gathered with fear on their faces.

They were so nervous that no one noticed the arrival of Song Chun'ao and his entourage.

Zhao Chuanxin stood on a high platform and looked down at the crowd: "Everyone from the Changchun Prefecture Manchurian Railway Affiliated Police Station and the Manchurian Railway Local Office are dead."

The crowd was in an uproar.

Zhao Chuanxin nodded: "Yes, I, Zhao Chuanxin, killed him."

Someone stared wide-eyed and asked loudly: "How could you do this? You butcher..."

Bang.

Zhao Chuanxin raised his hand and fired, and the noise stopped.

"Obviously, I can do that."

Everyone was shocked.

There was a Japanese who wanted to escape, so Zhao Chuanxin raised his hand and fired.

Bang.

"Who dares to leave without my permission?"

No one dares to escape anymore.

The attendant asked Song Chun'ao in a low voice: "Sir, aren't you here to persuade him? Why don't you speak?"

Song Chunao's voice was even lower: "You don't even dare to speak loudly, but you ask me to speak at this time. Do you want to kill me?"

Attendant: Yes, pretend to be a grandson.

Both of them felt that Zhao Chuanxin had already killed him.

Rumor has it that Zhao Chuanxin's life would be worse than death if he did not kill someone for three days.

This is a strange disease for which there is no cure.

Some people also say that Zhao Chuanxin suffered from tuberculosis, which could only be relieved by fresh human blood, so he was tireless in killing people.

Zhao Chuanxin said: "From today on, regardless of whether the Manchurian Railway Station and its affiliated lands are land that does not belong to the Manchurian Railway, the administrative affairs and judicial power over all Japanese people in Changchun Prefecture will be vested in the Changchun Prefecture Yamen. As long as there are other countries that act as powerful powers. Executor role, die!”

This affects the interests of all Japanese present.

Among them, merchants are the most important.

First of all, the Japanese consul is responsible for the first judicial review of Japanese people inside and outside the dependent territory.

This means that whether it is the land of Manchuria or the Japanese operating in Changchun Prefecture, if they break the law or start a lawsuit with someone, whether the target is Chinese or someone from another country, they must first be handed over to the Japanese consul for processing.

Changchun Mansion is an important economic place with developed commerce.

Japanese businessmen will inevitably have conflicts of interest with local businessmen. At this time, if the Japanese consulate interferes a little, the Chinese businessmen will lose, and the businessmen from other countries will just take care of the dishes.

The Japanese are domineering, rude and bullying.

There are many people who have suffered losses from them.

As soon as Zhao Chuanxin said this, some Japanese businessmen quit: "According to the Treaty of Commerce and Navigation between Japan and Qing Dynasty..."

Zhao Chuanxin interrupted him: "Who did you sign with?"

"Of course it's the Qing Dynasty."

"Is it none of my business, Zhao Chuanxinniao?"

"But you..."

Zhao Chuanxin raised his hand and fired.

Bang!

"What the hell I'm talking about are the rules!"

The crowd was in an uproar.

It's so overbearing and rude.

Everyone present looked worried and angry.

Zhao Chuanxin looked at the enemy like an eagle: "In the future, Lubin Prefecture and Lugang Town will send people here to take over the Manchurian Railway and its affiliated territories in Changchun Prefecture and the affiliated territories of the Middle East Railway in Changchun Prefecture under the jurisdiction of the Russian Empire. The judicial power belongs to the Changchun Prefecture government office, but the affairs of the Manchurian Railway affiliated territories are under the jurisdiction of Lugang Town, and the North Station is under the jurisdiction of Lubin Prefecture."

In this way, Japan will no longer think about expanding their imperial interests in Changchun Prefecture, and will not think about favoring the Japanese, let alone oppressing and plundering local people and merchants.

Song Chunao asked his entourage: "Are you familiar with this scene?"

"Familiar." The entourage nodded vigorously: "The Japanese are so domineering and rude, but they don't have Zhao Chuanxin's iron-blooded wrist. The little devils were finally bitten back. It's a pleasure."

Song Chunao sighed: "It's a pity that a wise man will make mistakes. Zhao Chuanxin should never have brought the Russian Empire to the North Station."

Since the Russo-Japanese War, the North and South Manchurian Railways have been divided by Kuanchengzi. The south is occupied by the Japanese and the north is occupied by the Russian Empire.

This demarcation point, the bridgehead of both sides, Changchun Prefecture, was actually occupied by Zhao Chuanxin with just one sentence.

Song Chunao believed that Tsarist Russia would definitely not agree, and it might lead to Japan and Russia to unite and oppose it.

Zhao Chuanxin waved his hand: "Dismiss!"

The Japanese in the audience fled in all directions as if they had been pardoned.

Zhao Chuanxin was about to leave, but when he looked up, he saw two more people in the field.

He walked towards the two people, but when he got close, his face became hesitant: "Did you two fall into the toilet? Why are there suspicious things on your faces?"

Song Chunao remembered that he fell off the wall and was embarrassed enough to eat shit, and said: "This is..."

However, he was interrupted by an attendant: "Oh, this is 'fortunately'."

Song Chunao: "You..."

Zhao Chuanxin covered his nose and retreated: "Zhao never approaches people with 'fortunately' on their faces, goodbye!"

Song Chunao stretched out his hand: "Hey, Zhao..."

But Zhao Chuanxin took more than ten meters in one step and disappeared in two steps.

Song Chunao wiped his face and looked at it in front of him, frowning: "Huh..."

He stretched out his hand and rubbed it on the attendant's body. After his hand was clean, he climbed on the horse.

The attendant: "Ugh..."

Song Chunao looked at him with disdain on horseback: "I told you to be lucky, but this time I am lucky or unlucky?"

Song Chunao went home to wash up, and went to the Negotiation Bureau in a good mood.

As soon as he arrived at the Foreign Affairs Bureau, the attendant who had just washed up told him: "Sir, the Russian Consul Mikovelsk is here."

The Tsarist Russian Consulate in Changchun Prefecture was established after Japan established a branch consulate in Changchun Prefecture.

Japan and Russia shared the same hatred for the enemy in the matter of Zhao Chuanxin, but they were wary of each other and compared with each other in other matters.

Mikovelsk was a duke in Tsarist Russia.

Before that, he did not look at Song Chunao in the eye.

This time, he came with a bottle of wine, smiling and speaking in a kind tone: "Sir Song."

"Duke Mikovelsk."

Song Chunao was secretly happy: Didn't you look down on me before?

Mikovelsk cleared his throat: "Sir Song, this time I came here to talk about Zhao Chuanxin telling the Japanese on the South Manchuria Railway that he wanted to place Lubinfu personnel on the Middle East Railway? This is absolutely not allowed!"